chapter 18
Scarlett
I BRING MY FINGERS TO my lips, touching them. Wow. I’ve never been kissed like that in my life. Ever. I want more. I need more, right this second. Can he drive faster so we can get home? I shift in the seat, feeling a little . . . needy. I’ve never been so turned on from a kiss before.
Crap.
The kiss was smoking hot.
The tension rises in the car, and I don’t know if I should say something or not. Is he going to kiss me again? Or did he just kiss me because I pushed him? If that’s the case, I have no problem pushing more. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so much. He can’t just tease me like that . . . give me a taste of passion and then take it away. I’ve always read about chemistry and connection and sexual tension, but until right now, I realize I’ve never experienced it.
We finally get to my house after what feels like an hour but was probably only fifteen minutes. I open the door and get out, waiting for him before walking to the front door.
Neither of us says anything.
I unlock the door, step inside, and wait for him to enter before shutting and locking it behind me.
“I hope you enjoyed dinner.” He pauses, and then adds, “and maybe next time we’ll actually make it to the movies.”
“I think I know what the highlight of the night was,” I say, feeling bold.
Horniness will do that to you.
It trumps all other feelings.
“And what was that,” he asks, closing the space between us and gripping my hips with his strong hands. He walks me backward until the back of my legs hit the couch.
“You going to pretend like you don’t know?” I croon, licking my bottom lip. “Perhaps you need a reminder.”
“Perhaps I do.”
I crook my finger at him. “You’re going to have to come down a little.”
He lowers his head.
“A little bit more,” I whisper.
In a quick movement, he lifts me in the air against his hard body so our faces are in line.
And then, I kiss him.
I take out all my frustration on him—the car ride, and the fact that he took so long to kiss me in the first place, and then only did it because I egged him on. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as he can get without being inside of me, and show him that there’s passion in me, dying to come out, to be let free. I just needed to give it to the right person this time, and that person is him. I know he’s been patient with me in some aspects, and I know he’s not a mind reader, so I need to tell him what I want and what I’m ready for, and this is me doing just that.
I’m so ready.
It’s me who ends the kiss this time. I look into those gray eyes and smile when he says, “You are the furthest thing from cold, Scarlett. Fuck, you taste so good.” He lays me back on the couch, covering me with his body without putting his weight on me. “I need more.”
That’s what I’m talking about. “Me too.”
He starts to kiss down my neck, the sensations indescribable. I arch my neck, giving him more room, silently begging for more. My whole body is tingling, and I’ve never felt so alive. I squeeze my thighs together and run my hands down the material of his shirt. I want to touch his bare skin. I lift the shirt up and gently run my nails down his back. Jaxon moves the neck of my dress to the side to kiss my collarbone, and I make a soft moaning noise that I can’t stop even if I want to. When he slides off the couch onto his knees, I miss him immediately. I want him back on top of me, his mouth all over me, I need more torturous kisses. He does something even better though. He pulls me to sit up, lifts my dress up, and I help him pull it over my head.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I grin.
I’m wearing the new lingerie I bought today, a black strappy lace bra and matching panty set. The bra has a thin strap that goes around under the cup part, which gives it an even sexier, almost bondage-like look. When I saw it I knew it was perfect. He cups my breasts over the bra, then pulls the cups down and kisses each nipple, before sucking on them in turn. Pleasure shoots through my body, right to between my legs. I’ve never experienced passion like this, and now that I know what I’ve been missing, it almost makes me sad. So much time wasted, but better late than never. The timing is finally right for me, and I’m going to enjoy this more than I can explain.
Jaxon glances up at me and says, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I know he’s worried about me, but I’m fine. The past is staying where it belongs, and I’m in the now, with him. I know he won’t hurt me. Nothing he’s done has triggered me or set me off, and I think it’s because of the simple fact that I trust him. Maybe I trust too easily, but I think it all comes down to making sure it’s the right person. It feels right with Jaxon. I will never regret this, or him.
“Okay,” I tell him, then kiss his lips, my tongue doing a little exploring while his fingers gently tease my nipples. He breaks the kiss to bury his face in my breasts again, then he undoes my bra and throws it on the floor.
“Shame to take that off, but you look even better without it,” he says, looking into my eyes. “You are fucking beautiful, Scarlett. You have no idea what you do to me.”
I feel beautiful when he looks at me like that, like the most beautiful woman in the world. He pays a little more attention to my breasts before he starts to kiss a trail down my stomach. When he stops at the top of my panties, our eyes lock. When I give him a slight nod, he pulls them off. Ever so slowly, he spreads my thighs. He can see all of me right now. My sex is right in his face, but he’s still looking into my eyes, something passing between us. There’s something here, I can feel it and I hope he can too. At the first swipe of his tongue, a shiver runs down my spine and my mouth opens as my breath hitches. And then he lowers his head, finally breaking eye contact, licking me everywhere, sucking on my clit, and driving me absolutely insane. I thread my fingers through his thick head of dark hair and gently tug, needing to do something. I can’t sit still. The pleasure is too much, and it’s been so long. He’s so good with his tongue; I can barely handle it. I’m panting, my thighs are starting to tremble, and I can feel myself on the verge of something amazing. I lift my hips up, squirming, and he pins them back down onto the couch, keeping me in place, then continues to lick me and suck on my clit until I’m whimpering.
When I come, it hits me in one quick shot. My thighs shake as the pleasure spreads outward, all over my body, making me cry out. When I’ve come down from a euphoric high, I’m breathing heavily, and I’m tired, like he wrung every last ounce of energy out of me. My body is like jelly, there’s no tension left in me.
“Oh my” is all I can think to say. “That was amazing, Jaxon. I don’t even know what to say right now.”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, kisses my stomach, and then moves to sit next to me.
“Where are you going?” I ask him, wondering if he thinks I’m just going to sit here and do nothing about his erection. I just need a moment to come back to myself.
“Nowhere,” he murmurs, watching me with heat in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Scarlett.”
“Good,” I whisper.
Because I haven’t even started with him yet.
Time to put my newfound skills to practice.